It was that twilight hour. Two in the morning. The point when our minds seek dark and dirty things as if was candy. With the hot, muggy night that was, the fireworks that dazzled above over the last few hours only left sparkles of excitement on your subconscious. What burned now was your imagination... and what I was leading you toward.
We made it home safe after the show. A couple of beer bottles now sat empty, guarding the door to your backyard. We sit, side by side on a patio couch, close to one another. You smell the faint aroma of some body spray - Axe? You aren't sure what kind - and it's teasing you. Your mind is already in the gutter, imagining me on top of you, shirtless, smelling my body as I am plunging into your soaking wet--
My hand finds your abdomen, touching you thro
It was a dark and misty night. Eve was alone in her house, as she would be all week. She decided she needed some company in the house over the week. So she called her friend, his name was Franky Fucker. His name said it all. She always had a crush on him, she planned to make her move this week. But there was an issue, because Franky could only be there from Thursday, and Eve needed company all week. So she arranged her friend Jesse to come only on the days that frankly wouldn't be. On Monday, Jesse arrived at Eve's doorstep will everything he needed to stay for the days he would be there. He included a special gift for her, one he know she had wanted for quite a while, he wouldn't tell her what it was but she was pretty sure it was a Double ended dildo. When Jesse showed it to her that ev
During my single days in the early 90s, I could and often would spend an inordinate amount of time preparing myself for sex with prostitutes. Once I was fixated on having a sexual encounter, no amount of inconvenience could stop me. One evening after work, I scoured the free ads paper Loot and found an advert from a woman offering a massage in Maida Vale, North London. I didn’t know the area very well, and spent an age trying to find her flat. was in the days before mobile phones, and I recall marching into a pub and calling her from the payphone after getting lost for the umpteenth time. Eventually, after what seemed like the best part of an hour trawling the dark and unfamiliar streets, I found my way to the second floor balcony of a huge Victorian mansion block.
In the dimly lit doo
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
My aunt she always walked around her house naked when no one was home with her. She also cheated on her husband plenty of times, and they said that she was caught kissing her half sister. my school was about a three mile walk to her house. I decided to skip school and walk to her house, I stop by the Walgreens and get some water, and a pack of starburst. I was about 2 miles away from her house now. It was about 88 degrees so I took my school shirt off and keep walking with no shirt on, I then start to recall my aunt always touching my body and rubbing my legs. I am now about 2 blocks from her house. I start to imagine what she could be doing in her house by herself, she always made jokes about her watching porn and masturbating. I pick up my pace, and starts to power walk. My girlfriend
My wife and I are closet perverts. Secretly, she wants to be a freak outside of the bedroom, and I secretly want her to be one as well. There are many things that turn her on, little scenarios and day dreams during sex that we talk about or act out but that’s as far as they are allowed. My wife has been closeted most of her life, never really looked at pornography, or watched porn videos, or had many thoughts beyond sex in the first place.
I was her first, and I introduced her to the openness we explore in our bedroom fantasies. These include mild bondage, blindfolding, humiliation, and pillow talk about partner swapping, threesomes and group sex. Topics also touched on are her fucking another man or woman while I watched, videotaping us having sex and posting it on the internet, and
She was just 18 and so was I. I invited her to go to the beach. During the time we were there we went onto some grass behind some bushes and had a little picnic.
She was so fine. I had a stiff erection in my bathing suit. Suddenly she took her bikini off and was wearing only a little pink thong. She smiled and got on her hands and knees and then shook her ass, looking back at me and smiling.
I pulled my suit off and my large dick popped out. She started stroking it and said softly that she wanted me to fuck her so bad and she was a virgin although she had popped her own hymen last week masturbating.
I never thought about birth control. I ripped off that tiny little thong and massaged her clit and her breasts and nipples. My dick might shoot off before I fucked her I was so turn
Chapter one
High School
High school was more like prison. No one wanted to be
there and no one could leave without an excuse. At least that’s
how it felt at Walker High School, home of the mighty “Goats.”
It was a small hick town no one has ever heard of called
Mokesville. Nothing exciting ever came from out of that town.
The most exciting thing to ever happen was when the Thompson
boys burned down the public library out on station road, because
the librarian’s daughter, Sara, wouldn’t take her clothes off in
the school bathroom for them. Needless to say the Thompson boys
got in a lot of trouble and were sent off to a boot camp for
unruly kids. Ever since then nothing even remotely exciting has
happened. Unless you count farmer Johnson claiming he got
abducted
I was on an online dating site one day as i came across this wonderful milf named "sarat2987" as ive never been with a milf before i was excited so i soon messaged her and we arranged to meet. The drive out there seemed like it took ages and as i pulled into her apartment complex my heart beat faster. I soon got out and As I walked towards her apartmentI felt my nerves fill up, “should I turn back” I thought. I decided against it as I drove this far I might as well go the extra mile and head in and see what would happen. As I walked up the steps to her place I sent her a text saying “im here”. No sooner than I sent that the door opened and there she was just as she had described. She was around mid 30’s, 5’4 short blonde hair with massive tits and a fat ass. She was a bbw but she was pu
During a simple burglary, anything can happen, yes, Anything!
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Sneaky 22, Picker 24
Jasmine Hawley 30, Naomi Kraus 32
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Chapter 1: Jasmine
The dead bolt was the first challenge, but Picker had earned his name for a particular talent he had. With the skills learned in the trade school he had attended, locksmithing now his trade, Picker eased the one inch long shaft back out of the door jamb. That job had taken almost 41 seconds to accomplish, not a record by any means but suitable for this brand of lock. He was pleased, the harder of the two was free of the steel plate that retained it. Now the keyed-alike door knob needed to be attended to. "One down", Picker whispered to his accomplice, then replaced the key chain to his mouth and aimed the beam to the br
Let me tell you that we don't get to the sexy part right away. Rest assured I will be fucking and sucking and all that good shit in a short while, but first we have to cover the drugs. Come on, you know you love that shit. This is a long one, so settle in.
Now on with the story. LSD doesn't feel like it looks in the movies. It's a psychedelic, not a hallucinogenic, and that is absolutely crucial to understand. There are no snakes crawling down the walls, the people around you don't turn into fish and their words don't become the lyrics of a Jimi Hendrix song. Or at least, not on any trip I've had. Maybe on a really fucked up trip where you combined it with another drug you might see that shit, but not on the beautiful ride of psychedelic euphoria that I'm familiar with.
I wa
It was a beautiful mid-summer evening, with a refreshing breeze in the air. My wife and I were enjoying some cocktails around a fire pit. We had exhausted our drinks, feeling a little buzzed, when she suddenly reached under her skirt, removed her panties and tossed them to me. The invitation was clear.
I moved in front of her Adirondack chair and gently slid up her skirt. She moved to the center and draped her legs over each arm of the chair. Her gorgeous mound was in the perfect position for the attention she was about to receive. I started with one long, gentle lick across her vulva, starting at her perineum and ending at her clitoris. My wife let out an immediate, aroused moan, signaling the need for more.
My attention focused on the lips of her vagina, as my saliva moistened her
Colin knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. The man who opened the door had to be close to 6 feet tall and well muscled, and towered over Colin who was merely 5'5''.
"Hi, I'm Colin," Colin said firmly, trying not to look intimidated by him.
"I know who you are," Jake replied. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you."
Jake gave him an annoyed look, but then stepped back and gestured to the couch. "Have a seat."
Colin walked in and sat on the edge of the couch. Jake came and sat down a bit further from him.
"I guess you know what I wanted to talk about." Colin said.
"No, not really." Jake replied in a bored voice.
Colin clenched his teeth. What an asshole.
"I know you and Michelle have been seeing each other."
"And
I was sitting in my classroom. I was 16 years old and now was math lesson. The girl in front of me was Sarah, 15 years old. She was turning around to me and said: "Can i suck your cock now, i'm so horny."
"Ok" i said. So she stood up and came to my place. Slowly she put down my trousers and pants and took my penis in
her mouth. Now the teacher got angry. "What are you doing back there?!" Then Cindy stood up and slapped the teacher
in the face. "Sarah wants to suck Stephens cock cause she's horny. So shut up with your stupid math lesson. We want sex!" The teacher was dumbfounded and sat down looking at Sarah sucking my cock. Now another girl stood up. "Oh Stephen i'm so horny too, let me suck your cock too. You got the biggest cock in class, so you deserve. So other small dicked losers
This Happened to me a couple of weeks ago and things have felt strange ever since.
My sister Kate is 28 and I am 27. Growing up so close in age made us pretty close as brother and sister. Nothing incestuous but we never argued and we always helped each other out. We looked after each other. She's just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. But this happened a few days before she had him.
I was visiting one weekend a couple of days before her due date. Her husband Neil was telling me how worried he was getting because he worked a hours drive away from where they live. He wanted to be there for Kate at a moment's notice but he couldnt get any time off. I offered to help because as luck would have it, I had 2 week holidays left to take. Plus it would give me some quality time with my si
Hi Friends! this is my first story 6 months pehly ye sb hua.. My name is Sameer _ from Pakistan. age 19 Ye Story Meri Aur Meri Khala Ki Hai ... Unki Age 30 Hai Unky Boobz 36 Size K bary Bary Hain.Actually Khala ki Shadi Ek Aisy shakhs k Sath Howi Hai Jinki Dimaghi Halat Pori Tarah Thk Nai Hai..khala K 2 Kids Hain dono Baap pe gye hain Thory Pagal Hain...Ye Tab Ki Baat Hai Jab khala aur unky Hubby K beech Jhagra Hua Tha, Tab Wo Hamary Ghar Agyi Thi... .
Garmi K Din Thy Aur Main Itna Bara B Nai Hun , Tou Unko Kaha Maine Ki Mery bistar K Sath Apna Bistar lgaly Q,k Hum Raat Ko Cell Phone Pe Movie Dekhengy..
Unhony Aisa He Kiya.
Raat Ko Cel Phone Unko Diya Q.k mujhy Nind I Thi.
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Maine Ghalti Se "Nasha
This is based on a true story. All the participants in this story are of or over the age of 18. This is intended for adults only. The names have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved. Some of the scened are dramatized to enhance the story. Enjoy!
"Have you seen my pink socks Jon?" Anna shouted from her bedroom. "Those are my lucky socks, I can't win without them" She said as she prepared for her track meet.
My sister Anna unintentionally waited for the last minute often before heading out to her track meets. Directly across from hers, I watched from my bedroom as she nervously searched for her lucky pair of nike light pink cotton ankle socks that she hadn't washed all school year. She owned those socks since Freshman year of high school and start
His eyes trailed over my whole body, stopping at my chest and then again at my ass once I turned towards the counter again. Each time I saw this particular maintenance man, he would be undressing me with his eyes. Not that I was any better. I often let my mind wander, imagining what his cock would look like pumping in and out of my cunt, staring at his muscular tattooed arms and large hands. From the way he looked at me, with a hint of cruelty behind his eyes, I bet he fucked like a bull; dominant, forceful, and rough. He was clearly old enough to be my father. My pussy tingled.
“I’ll just get this unstopped and be right outta your hair.” He said in his Central Texas drawl. We didn’t get many old-school cowboys in this part of Texas on account of all the hippies, hipsters, and fit nuts
I wrote this story - and the following chapters - last year but finally decided to post them up. These are somewhat based on real events (names changed, of course), or on real fantasies I've had or still have about friends from the past.
I'll post the chapters in the order in which I wrote them; some might be shorter than others, or more erotic than others, but read through them all and tell me what you think!
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Randall is an old friend of mine from college. Both of us are in our early 20s, only a few years out of school and still trying to find our respective ways in the world. Randall’s a pretty big guy, about 6’5”, and on more than one occasion he’s been called to help out with a backcountry arrest for the local Forest Service. As far as I know, he’s never killed a m
This is a true story but names have been changed for obvious reasons...
I am a 29 year old guy called Tony and I would describe myself as a guy who likes to work hard but play harder. I have a boyfriend called Dan who is a little older than me (by 8 months to be precise) and we have been together for five and a half years. To say he is the settling down type is an understatement.
Throughout our relationship, I am always the one who likes to go out partying and if I'm honest with myself, I probably do have somewhat of a drinking problem as I would always want to get wrecked but really feel I am just trying to escape my boring routine. My boyfriend enjoys a good night out but always wants to go after five drinks as he struggles with really bad hangovers if not.
It was our friend's
Continued from College Tales Chapter 1: Partying with Randall
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This is a series of stories all with significant truth to them, either in real events or in real fantasies I've had(or still have) about friends or classmates in the past; names have been changed, and some details have been re-worked to make it a more appealing story, but be certain that most of the events happened, to me.
Some chapters are shorter than others, and some are less 'erotic' (like this one), but they all play into each other so chapters like this one just set the stage for future submissions.
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I’ve had this dream since freshman year of college; I think it became more realistic when I actually learned about sex (not ‘about’ sex as in sex-ed class, but ‘about’ sex as in actually having it) t
Hello I am Jean, a 49 year old woman with a terrific body from exercising and eating right, an administrative worker for a local high school. I date regularly but for a few years now all of the men I have been dating have not fulfilled in me what I have always craved. When I was a younger engaged in a lot of sex to men who knew how to satisfy my sexual desire to be used and abused by them for their sexual pleasure. Using me for that purpose is something that really gets me off and is what is important for myself enjoying sex, the rough attention and doing what I am told to do.
I have been married when I was in my 30's, but divorced after a few years for several reasons. A couple being that of my husband’s, but I have to admit a weaknesses of my own concerning sex and the attention I n
I was freshly turned 18 and had moved to college, living in an apartment on my own. I was an okay looking guy, 5'10 and 180 pounds with brown hair and blue eyes. Sadly though, living on my own, I could never seem to get the attention of any ladies. Let me tell you that I was horny as ever - a virgin waiting for the first opportunity to arise for me to fuck someone. As school began, I was frustrated and impatient. There seemed no one able to help me with my sexual urges. Constantly I found myself masturbating alone at night, dreaming of sex. Eventually porn lost its lustre and could barely help me get off - after all girls getting fucked was not the same as me fucking girls. I longed for something. And, well into the early hours of the morning one night, I finally found it.
I had never
“Amy wake up”. Three loud knocks on the door. “Amy are you in there”? The knoking continued. “time to go to class”.
I hate waking up in a rush. “I'm up Jenny, I'm up, god can you be any louder”?
I heard giggles from outside my bedroom door.
“Today is my birthday so you have to be nice to me sweetie” she said still giggling as she walked away.
That was my roomate Jenny and today is her 22nd birthday. My name is Amy, I'm 21 and a sophmore at a very prestigious college near New York. We live in a five bedrooms house near school with three other girls. I grew up in California so this is as far away from home as one can be.
Yesterday was the first day of school and last night, for some odd reason, someone thought it would be a good idea to have the mother of all parties to comme
Longtime lurker, 1st time writer, please comment and rate, if it's any good I plan on continuing the adventure
"Ryan, hurry up it's time to go."
Dad yells up the stairs as I pull on my socks getting ready to go on a family shopping trip. My feet barely touch the steps as a fly down the stairs and step into my shoes that I never bother untying.
The door to the garage is open and I can hear the van running. I open the sliding door and drop into the 2nd row seat and pull the door shut in one quick motion. Mom's perfume is overwhelming in the closed cabin. Dad backs out of the garage and we're soon cruising toward the mall.
The familiar drive goes quickly without any talking. As soon as dad pulls into a parking spot at Target all three of our doors open and mom and dad
It was fall and school had just started again. My twin brother Karl and I were feeling pretty darned good, after all, we were in high school now, 14 years old and freshmen.
There was something we called “The Race.” Our father had died when we were infants, he'd left our mother well set financially, she didn't need to work but she did. She was a sales executive with a communications company with a mid six figure income but Karl and I figured the only reasons she was employed were that she had the opportunity to meet men and that she didn't have to handle normal motherly duties, we felt like she hated us for being impediments to her, in her mind, idyllic life.
Her idyllic life, what a joke. To the outside world mother was a paragon of virtue, a beautiful woman of 37, a high payi
Country roads take me home; I’m humming the John Denver song, the radio’s off, I’m making my own music like I do a lot of the time when I’m driving. When I take off on a journey it’s always Willie and On the road again, sometimes, when I’m cruising during the day I’m with Tim McGraw going Everywhere, but at night, on a lonely country road it’s always Denver.
And I am on a country road, two lanes of mcadam, a single white line down the middle but it’s not taking me home, I’m in the west part of Missouri really not heading anywhere in particular, I had a vague notion of turning north in Kansas, wandering through the Dakotas, but maybe not.
I like the backroads of America, the interstate system is great if you want to get from point A to point B the fastest but they’re homogenized. Flo
Justin idolized his father. His father Carl lived life with gusto. Enjoying things like food, drink (especially the alcoholic kind), and women. He loved women so much that he only got married after his prospective wife agreed to a very open relationship. Truth be told though she didn’t require much convincing, she got all tingly when he told her about his latest sexual adventure, usually with one of the sexy students at the university where he worked as a professor. She loved sex, she enjoyed many of the things society deemed “unladylike” like alcohol and some other drugs, but she adored sex above all else. There was a complication during Justin’s delivery that effectively sterilized her going forward. Many women would’ve found this news to be rather depressing but Maria loved the idea o
Continued from Chapter 1: Partying with Randall
All of these stories are true - or at least based in my imagination on what I *wish* had happened at any given time during my high school and college years. I started writing this all down for my own records, and to share. Some chapters/stories are shorter than others, and some (like this one) aren't as erotic as others, but they all play into each other. I'll try to 'publish' regularly.
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Chapter 2: Dreaming
I’ve had this dream since freshman year of college; I think it became more realistic when I actually learned about sex (not ‘about’ sex as in sex-ed class, but ‘about’ sex as in actually having it) that spring. It’s based on fact, but the actual events of the party are completely fictional.
We’re in high school or early
